CHAPTER VIII
THE FAMILY AT HOME
I
When Hilda knocked at the door of Auntie Hamps's house, in King Street, a marvellously dirty and untidy servant answered the summons, and a smell of greengage jam in the making surged out through the doorway into the street. The servant wore an apron of rough sacking.
"Is Miss Clayhanger in?" coldly asked Hilda, offended by the sight and the smell.
The servant looked suspicious and mysterious.
"No, mum. Her's gone out."
"Mrs. Hamps, then?"
"Missis is up yon," said the servant, jerking her tousled head back towards the stairs.
"Will you tell her I'm here?"